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Post by Balgruuf the Greater . on Nov 5, 2012 17:12:00 GMT -8
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Be my faithful enemy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His eyes shot open, air rushing into his lungs, hands clenched tightly to the sheets, muscles coiled and aching. The seizing pain left him inch by inch as Balgruuf breathed in and out, in and out, in and out.
It was only a dream… He told himself mentally, raising a hand to wipe the hair from his eyes.
Standing on a battlefield, everything around him a blasted ruin; the Empire stood on the right, the Stormcloaks on the left. He had lost sight of Rosalind in the fire. The beating of great, leathery wings was heard above him as dragon-fire burnt his Hold to the ground. Flashes of blond hair and slaughter children whirled at the edges of his vision. A sing-song voice screaming at him that life wasn’t fair…
Balgruuf rolled over, his hand going instantly for his wife’s. Though he stayed silent, Balgruuf prayed that he hadn’t woken her. Taking in every detail of her face, he studied the way her chest rose and fell with each sleep-slowed breath. After kissing each finger and her cheek, he slid himself silently out of bed.
Pulling on a pair of undergarments, pants and a loose shirt, Balgruuf made his way out of the luxuriously appointed apartment. Dragonsreach was still at such an hour, and with still shaking hands, he poured himself a glass of Brandy. His desk was covered in ledgers, maps, letters needing to be sent, letters needing to be read and letters needed to be written.
“My Jarl?” Balgruuf turned at the sound of Irileth’s voice. Wrapped in a blanket, and on her way back to her quarters with a cup of hot wine in her hand, she had stopped and was watching Balgruuf with wondering eyes.
“I’m alright, Irileth, you can go back to bed. I’ll only be up for a little bit.” He knew he had been ignored when the chair across from him slid out and the Dunmer sat herself down in it. She didn’t say anything, which Balgruuf was thankful for. His nerves were too frayed to try and come up with anything to say at that moment.
Life isn’t fair… Why did those words haunt him so? He knew that, everyone knew that. But why?
“It’s because you’re trying to make life fair for everyone in the Hold, my Jarl.” Balgruuf smirked when Irileth finally spoke up, his eyes glanced up at her, “How did you…?”
“I’ve known you since you were a boy, my Jarl. I knew your father and your mother since they were both children as well. And it is very likely that I will know you when you are an old, old man and your children are preparing for the Throne.”
“Assuming we ever have children, of course.” She looked troubled at that.
“You shouldn’t say such things, Balgruuf.” He nodded, he knew that. He didn’t care that Irileth’s tone had lost its formality. It was true, the woman knew him from birth and if she wanted to call him by his name in private, he wouldn’t stop her.
“It’s just hard…”
“I know, believe me, I know. But be thankful you’ve never had to bury a child. That is far more difficult than never having any.” Her voice had grown quiet, cold, and he didn’t push. He knew a little of what happened to Irileth’s little sons and nothing more. He didn’t want to know. It wasn’t his place, even as Jarl to force her to recall that kind of suffering.
Balgruuf took a deep drink of his brandy, the nightmare still clinging at the edge of his mind. “What was my mother like, Irileth? And give me the truth, not what my father always told me.”
“You’ve never asked before…”
“I’m asking now.” His tone held a firmness, and when he locked his blue eyes with the striking red ones of his Housecarl, she had assented.
“She was…a pious woman. And…you…there are things you don’t wish to know, Balgruuf.”
“Tell me, Irileth.”
“You were conceived before they were engaged to be married. Your father and I did much to cover this and keep it from tearing the household apart, but it was…it was still a scandal, and your mother was ashamed.”
“Ashamed of me before I was even born?” The hurt in his voice stung Irileth.
“She was ashamed at herself more, Balgruuf. Do not think that she did not love you because she loved you so, so much. When I had asked her if…if she was willing to…to do away with you, I thought she’d have me killed she was so furious at the thought.” It was a harsh shock to hear and Balgruuf wasn’t sure if it was the brandy that was making him feel like death all of a sudden.
Suddenly needing to stand, Balgruuf pulled himself to his feet, taking his brandy with him. Casting the alcohol into the hearth, the flames spluttered and screamed before dying back down.
“Do you think she would’ve been proud of me?” Balgruuf asked, staring at the dancing flames, “Now, at least. At the man that I’ve become?”
“Of course, just as your father was.”
“Father wasn’t proud.”
“Balgruuf…”
“He wasn’t, Irileth!” Hands resting against the top of hearth, he let his head knock into them. He hated losing his temper.
“Of course, my Jarl.” A bitter grin came to his face. And it was back to formality and rigid posturing for the court. Balgruuf let a sigh.
“Do we know anything more about the Dragons? Is Riverwood still safe?” He heard Irileth stand as she answered, “Riverwood is completely safe still, as far as I know, my Jarl. And Farengar has made some progress the last time I checked with him, but very little. The Dragon-language is difficult to decipher and we only have legends and fables to work with as it is.”
Balgruuf nodded grimly, “Then God’s help us.”
“With your leave, my Jarl. I would return to my chambers, we have another day of strategizing war-preparations and refugee location for when another village or farmstead is attacked. We’ll both need our rest.”
“Go ahead, Irileth. And forgive me, I shouldn’t have lost my temper.” A gentle pat came to his shoulder before she strode towards her room. “Nothing compared to your father, Balgruuf.”
He smirked and sat back down.
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Nov 5, 2012 18:00:35 GMT -8
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[style=width:250px; height:40px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:3px; background-color:#transparent;]CRAVE MY HEART AND IT'S BLEEDING IN YOUR HANDS, I CAN'T SAY NO TO YOU.
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[/div] tagged: balgruuf/ luke words: [/color] 791[/color][/div] throughout the past week or so, rosalind had started to grow a routine when it came to her sleep. it was rare if she managed to sleep through an entire night with no interruptions and lately it seemed as though she was getting no sleep at all.
her routine was simple, she would fall asleep beside balgruuf after they would trying to bare a child. that alone made her feel as though she could sleep throughout the night, but instead of such grace, she would end up waking up a few hours later. it wasn't from nightmares, but from the sickening feeling in her stomach. it wasn't nausea, it was guilt. guilt of knowing that, no matter how hard they tried, she wouldn't get pregnant. they had tried for so long and it was beginning to seem hopeless, as encouraging as everyone was around them. rosalind had hoped that such positive energy would help with them eventually finding out that she was, in fact pregnant.
after the sickening feeling, she would crawl out of bed, trying not to wake her beloved and usually she didn't. once or twice he would wake up and she would give him an excuse that she justy wanted a glass of water. it was a lie. instead of water, she would go down to the kitchens and fetch herself a glas of hot milk, sit at one of the tables and drink it slowly. back when she was younger, her mother would di this for her when she had trouble sleeping, as well as sit with her and comfort her, afterwars. unfortunately for rosalind, she was a woman now, with no mother to comfort her. once in a while titania would show up and keep her company but in no way comfort her the way her mother could. still, she was thankful for her dear friend and wouldn't trade her company for the world.
once in a while, rosalind would express a bit of worry, but always counteract it with her being silly and pessamistic. the reality of it all was that rosalind was getting tired of failure. failure to produce a child, failure to produce an heir to the thrown of whiterun. if she had her way, she would have several children as of now. but her body rejected the idea.
tonight, however, was a rare night, where rosalind was in a dep, dreamless sleep; her body was finally giving her the rest that she needed.
until she felt a pair of lips on her fingers and cheek. a soft smile spread across her lips and, before she could open her eyes and return the favour, her husband was gone. this worried her slightly, not knowing where he had gone off to. her body was still exteremely tired and not ready to get up and see where he husband had gone off to.
after a few minuted of convincing her body to follow suit, she sat up in bed and slid out, quickly grabbing a night gown and heading down towards the main hall. she thought that perhaps she would be able to find him there and see what had him so worried. howeever, as she was about to walk down the stairs, she heard voices and stopped, simply looking down to see that it was her husband and his faithful housecarl, iraleth. rosalind held great respect for that woman and she was glad that if anyother other than herself was comforting her husband, it was the dunmer.
however, as she listened in on the conversation, her heart sank. it was obvikous that balgruuf was losing faith in them having children as well. not that she could blame him. she couldn't possibly be angry at him for feeling as such, if she felt the same.
once the conversation had ended and iraleth had headed back towards her chambers, rosalind walked down the stairs, stopping at the bottom, "my jarl?" she called out. her hair was in soft curls but in a way that showed she had just woken up and her eyes looked tired, much more tired than someone who had just woken up form a good nights sleep. they looked as though she hadn't got any sleep at all, "...my love?" she added before she walked towards him, "what are you doing up?" she inquired, even though it was obvious as to why he had woken up.
her steps were slow as she walked right up to him, placing her hands on his chest as she looked up at him, "i awoke to find your side of the bed empty..." she started before she tilted her head to the side, "i wondered where you had gone..." she added, her voice just above a whisper. notes: omg i am too excited for these two. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Balgruuf the Greater . on Nov 7, 2012 21:35:24 GMT -8
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Be my faithful enemy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Just…nightmares, my sweet.” He said, placing his hands over hers. “Came out for a drink, didn’t help.” A smile came to his features at her sleep-mussed hair and weary eyes. His angel looked so tired, so delicate. He knew she was as iron-and-fire as he was when it came to their land and their people, but it was still a pleasant sight in his eyes. Though guilt came to him when he realized it was no doubt his yelling from before that probably woke her.
His dream came to him again, it’s fire and heat and death and whirling blond hair.
“Rose…” His voice was low when he began, “I need you to promise me something.” It wasn’t the inferno, or the war, or the blond woman or even the dragons that had terrified him so. It was how he couldn’t find her. The thought that she could be dead…
“If the war reaches us, or the dragons, you survive, alright? Can you promise me that?” He kept his tone level in an effort to keep from frightening her. Balgruuf knew his wife wasn’t stupid, he knew that she could tell what was eventually coming for them, but he had to know this; it wasn’t an option not to anymore. He had to know.
“That corridor in the cellar I showed you that one time; the one that leads to the river-tunnels beneath the city and that flow out on the cliffs to the east? Do you remember how to get there? If anything should ever happen and the dragons come, or General Tullius, or Ulfric or God’s forbid both, I want you to get there. Save as many as you can on the way, but you get there, alright? If anything gets in your way, you blast it to bloody pieces and you get there and you survive and you live on, alright? I need you to promise me this, Rose.” His eyes found the map laying on his table, its corners held down by paper-weights, its ink staring up at him like a cruel joke. Skyrim, the Fatherland, his beautiful country reduced to longitudes and latitudes and troop-movements.
It was a sickening sight in his eyes.
“War is coming to Whiterun, my love. And we have to be prepared…” His voice shook, and he gazed into her eyes, as sleep-blurred as his own.
“I love you. You know that, don’t you? No matter what, even if we survive what’s coming and we live to 100 years old and we never have one child, I will love you as all the stars light the sky. You know that, right?”
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Nov 7, 2012 22:51:49 GMT -8
i've completely lost myself and i don't mind [/color][/div] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:250px; height:450px; padding:10px;padding-top:25px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:300px; height:450px; padding:0px;]
[style=width:250px; height:40px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:3px; background-color:#transparent;]CRAVE MY HEART AND IT'S BLEEDING IN YOUR HANDS, I CAN'T SAY NO TO YOU.
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[/div] tagged: balgruuf/ luke words: [/color] 447[/color][/div] now that she had her hands on his chest and his on top of her own, she felt more relaxed and could tell that he did as well. it had been worrying her, tense he had been the past few weeks and how she could do nothing to relieve him of such a thing. when he spoke of nightmares, she furrowed her eyebrows at him, concern etched on her face, "nightmares?" she questioned before he mentioned his attempted remedy, "well, what did you drink? i could warm up some milk for you, that always helps me sleep." she explained before she gave him a reassuring smile.
when his tone turned serious, rosalind could feel her shoulders tense; what was he asking her to promise him? she stayed quiet as he spoke of her going on and surviving through the war, how she was to promise to leave and get out alive. she listened intently, a soft burning anger rising within her belly at him suggesting that she leave when the war came down on whiterun, came down on her people. taking her hands from his chest, she replaced them on his cheeks and stroked them with her thumbs, "i can not promise you any of that..." she started, her eyes peering into his with as much intensity as she could muster after having just awoken from sleep, "because you must be a fool of a nord to think that i will be leaving without you." she stated, her voice firm but calm, showing him that she was completely serious, "i will be staying to fight along side you, to defend my people just as you will." rosalind was in no way incapable of taking care of herself. having graduated from the college of winterhold, she had plenty of deadly spells in her arsenal, "i need you to get that through that thick skull of yours, right now. because if you ever ask me to do such a thing again, i'll have you see the back of my hand." she joked, a hint of a smile forming on her lips.
the declaration of love was enough to make her want to cry, but she held back her tears and simply nodded at him, "yes, my love. you remind me every day." she replied as she ran her hands down his body, stopping at his waist before she loosely wrapped her around around him, pressing her body right up against his before she placed a brief kiss to his lips, "and you know how much i love you, right?" her voice held a slight uncertainty before she pulled her head back, "so much that i would gladly give my life to fight along side you." notes: the lovey doveyness is sickening...ly sweet! i love ittttt. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Balgruuf the Greater . on Nov 14, 2012 15:41:14 GMT -8
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Be my faithful enemy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I know you would, and that breaks my heart.” Balgruuf said, raising his hands to his wife’s face, stroking his thumb across her cheek. He wanted to be able to tell her that it wasn’t going to come to that, that everything would be okay and the war would pass by and they’d never have to fight.
They’d never have to wage war.
It bled him a little to know he couldn’t.
His lips were gentle when they found hers, soft and caressing; he ran his hands up her sides, smiling into the kiss. The knowledge that Irileth or a guard could come by at any moment only heightened this for Balgruuf. Achingly slow, he ran his hand down in-between her thighs.
“I love you…” He whispered like a prayer into her throat as his lips found her neck, kissing a line right beneath her jaw, down the center of her throat. Balgruuf was a tall man, and widely built, but he always took care with his wife, and when he grasped her by the back of her thighs and carried them to the edge of the desk, he did so gracefully; minding himself.
Tongue tracing a line down her throat, in between her breasts; Balgruuf palmed one breast as his mouth went lower.
Figurines of soldiers and troops toppled to the floor, and papers – important ones, no doubt – were cast aside as he went about pleasing his wife. Hiking the skirts of her nightgown up to her waist, his tongue delved into her womanhood, relishing in every shudder and sigh. He slid two fingers within her while he found that nub of nerves that had always seemed to make her wild with ecstasy.
He could vaguely hear the steel-boot clad steps of the Guards just beneath the staircase, but that added to the mystique. The knowledge that he could lose quite a bit of face with his men, should they just come upstairs; to see him in this submissive position.
Standing from his position, he stripped the shirt of his back and crashed his mouth against hers, pressing the heavy and hard erection into her thigh. “Do you want this?” He asked.
Looking into her eyes, he said: “Promise me that you’ll keep yourself safe…” Was it cruel? Balgruuf wasn’t entirely sure that giving an ultimatum to your lover in the middle of sex was a gentlemanly thing to do, but he didn’t care. He had to know. He had to be sure…
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Nov 15, 2012 17:47:13 GMT -8
i've completely lost myself and i don't mind [/color][/div] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:250px; height:450px; padding:10px;padding-top:25px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:300px; height:450px; padding:0px;]
[style=width:250px; height:40px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:3px; background-color:#transparent;]CRAVE MY HEART AND IT'S BLEEDING IN YOUR HANDS, I CAN'T SAY NO TO YOU.
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[/div] tagged: balgruuf/ luke words: [/color] 727[/color][/div] the words he spoke made her heart flutter out of knowing that he cared so deeply for her. she had learned about his somehwta promiscuous past and at first been a bit jealous, but it easily faded when she realized that it was herself who he wanted, no one else. they had proved their love to one another over and over again and rosalind knew that what they had was more than likely forever.
his lips were soft and sweet, a kiss that she could only ever describe as a husband would give his wife. she returned the kiss with the same softness and sweetness, resisting the urge to pull him just that much closer to her or to deepen the kiss into something that he might possibly not be in the mood for. obviously, rosalind knew that he would never say 'no' to her, which was comforting as well as terrifying, knowing that all she had to do was say the word and he would so just as she asked. however, apparently he was inside of her head, for before she knew it, she felt his lips on her neck, his words ringing in her hears like the sweet sound of bells. she could barely retain the moan that threatened to leave her lips at the moment he placed his hand between her thighs, "i love you, my jarl..." she managed to breathe out before the feel of his strong hands on the backs of her thighs caused a soft gasp. she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself, and him, balanced, as she carried her towards the desk.
once she was seated on the edge of the desk, she could hear the papers and figurines fall to the floor, causing a smile to form on her lips. every ounce of her body was telling her to cry out and moan as she felt his work his way down her body to her womanhood. putting one hand behind her, she held herself up before placing the other on the top of his head. the sight of his in between her thigh was enough to make her climax there and then, but she held out. eventually, her lips couldn't hold all of it in any longer and soft whimpered and cries started to form. letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes and clenched a chunk of his hair, feeling the build up in her stomach as she found herself getting closer and closer to climax.
the second his fingers slid in, it was all over. her walls clenched and her throat managed to let out a slight moan that was only silenced due to her putting her own hand on her mouth. her other hand gave out just enough for her to holding herself on her elbow as she panted and let out smaller, quiet moans as the waves of her climax washed over her.
lifting her head, she looked up at him and watches as he pulled off his shirt, her heart flutterinf at the sigh of his body. she barely had enough time to catch her breath before her husband's lips stole her own in a deep and lustful kiss. it was almost too much for her to handle and with the jarl pushing his hard erection against her soft thigh, all she wanted to do was take hold of it and guide it towards her wetness. reaching a hand down, she started to untie his breeches, eager to expose his hardened member to her. once they were lose enough, she slid her hand into them and easily found what she had been seeking. gripping him, she slowly started to stroke him, feeling the pulsing against her palm as she did so. his question caught her slightly off guard, but the answer wasn't hesitated, "yes...i want you" she breathed, the pace of her hand quickening, "i want you inside me..."
the intense stare he gave her was almost enough for her to crumble all over again, but she resisted and placed a kiss to his lips, "I'll always be safe..." she breathed, after she had pulled away, "i'll be with you..." she smiled then before she lifted her hand up and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her until their lips crashed in a kiss that told him that she was ready. notes: sensual heaaaaling! [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Balgruuf the Greater . on Nov 17, 2012 19:30:56 GMT -8
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Be my faithful enemy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He smiled into her kiss at her words. He knew he should’ve expected such an answer, but still. It brought something to him. “Always and forever,” he whispered, voice heavy with his lust. It was a heady sensation, to have such power over someone, but Balgruuf wasn’t a fool. He knew she had just as much power over him as well. His cock, aching with need was proof of that.
Her hands were soft, gentle as she undid his laces and took him in her hands. A soft groan escaped his throat as the symmetry did not escape him. Her hands – weapons that could kill 1000 men in a wave of flame, or bring the same 1000 back from the brink of death – were the kindest things he had ever felt.
Pushing his trousers down to his knees, he kissed her hard as he slid himself within her. Hands on either side of her shoulders, his fingers gripped the map beneath her, crinkling the delicate parchment into unrecognizability. She fit him perfectly, just tight enough, just hot enough, just wet enough for him. He set a steady rhythm, thrusting with a practiced ease he knew she enjoyed. Not too hard, not too soft, not too fast, not too slow. A rhythm all their own, one he had never shared with any of the other, meaningless girls.
He kept his eyes locked to hers throughout it all, each pleasure-filled gasp, and moan of ecstasy.
But an idea came to Balgruuf.
He had never been particularly adventurous when making love. Yes, he’d had many partners, but it was always simple sex. Missionary, safe…boring. Never on his desk, with his men with earshot.
Why not? He thought to himself, before scooping his wife up in his arms, mid-thrust. As she sank down on him, he turned, leaning his ass against the desk; his strong arms held her as he thrust himself upwards, at a different angle.
Kissing her lightly, he whispered in her ear: “Put your arms around my neck, and hold on.” His voice was a light chuckle as he switched up the rhythms and force. This was new to him, and required different movements, but he’d be damned if he fucked this up now. His thoughts came to a screeching, incoherent halt when she slid agonizingly slow down his length however, her wet heat was the only sensation he’d ever need and a stifled groan nearly broke out of him before he clamped his mouth shut; mindful of being caught. Meeting her thrust with his own, his finger dug into her hips as his head reached farther into her than he had ever felt. Her name was a chant on his lips
From this position, she was higher than he was, and it gave him perfect access to that lovely, slender neck. Each kiss, lick and bite was gentle, teasing along the edges where she was give the most delicious moans. His rhythm became more erratic, less practiced as he felt his orgasm grow in the pit of his stomach, racing through him. But he held himself back. Not yet.
That was his rule. He never came before she did.
“O…oh fuck” His voice trembled.
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Nov 20, 2012 1:00:46 GMT -8
i've completely lost myself and i don't mind [/color][/div] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:250px; height:450px; padding:10px;padding-top:25px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:300px; height:450px; padding:0px;]
[style=width:250px; height:40px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:3px; background-color:#transparent;]CRAVE MY HEART AND IT'S BLEEDING IN YOUR HANDS, I CAN'T SAY NO TO YOU.
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[/div] tagged: balgruuf/ luke words: [/color] 600[/color][/div] his next words caused her heart to swell, as well as the pressure building between her thighs; everything he was doing was making her crave more of him. more of his body, more of his words - everything about him was intoxicating and rose knew that she would never have enough of her husband, "always and forever..." she echoed before she felt him slide into her. a soft gasp escape her lips as she felt herself expand around him, only to tighten back up from the pleasure that he was giving her by being inside of her. it was feeling she knew all too well but never got tired of, a feeling that brought her nothing but pleasure and happiness. the fact that she was doing such a thing with balgruuf in the middle of dragonsreach, where they could be easily spotted, only added her pleasure and excitement as he heart started to pound in her chest.
his rhythm was just as she loved it and just as he knew she loved it; it took everything in her power not to cry out in pleasure, knowing they could be caught. instead, she bit on her lower lip in an attempt to stifle her moans and cries, all the while remaining eye contact with him. lifting a hand, she cupped his cheek and placed deep, passionate kissed to his lips, moaning into his mouth as an attempt to show just how much she enjoyed it, without becoming too loud. it was getting incredibly hard to concentrate on the volume of her voice when all she wanted to think about was just how good he felt inside of her.
feeling him shift beneath her, she gasped as he turned them around, her now on top of him. looking down at him, her eyes showed some pleasured shock before she heard his words. wrapping her arms around him, she held on for all she was worth, knowing that whatever he wanted to try she would enjoy. She could feel him reaching places inside of her that she had never felt before and she could help but let out a slightly louder moan that could have easily been heard just outside of the door. but it was too much for her to even care. clenching her walls around him, she let her head back back in pleasure as she closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, he mouth hanging open in gasps of pleasure. his lips on her neck only caused her to lose more of herself, her hips trying to keep up with his as he started a quicker and deeper rhythm, one that she was starting to love.
with each thrust that he filled her with, she knew she was just that much closer to another climax. however, she could also see it on her husband's face that he, too, was close to release. this came as a slight shock to her, seeing as he rarely ever needed to release this early; his stamina always had impressed her. licking her bottom lip, she clenched her walls around him purposefully, leaning her head forward ad into the crook of his neck. the heated and wet kisses she placed trailed up to his ear before she took his lobe in between her teeth.
it was then that he hit a particularly sensitive spot that she had never had touched before. her gasped was followed by a louder moan as her lips stayed near her husband's ear, "oh, gods..." she breathed, "it's so good." she added as she clenched her walls around him another time, on purpose yet again. notes: it's gettin' hot in heeeeere! so take off all yo clooothes! [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Balgruuf the Greater . on Nov 25, 2012 23:57:34 GMT -8
Would you kill to save a life
He felt her clench herself around him, gasping into his neck, their position new and compromising, but oh so luscious. Balgruuf’s moans were heady and quick-breathed, each thrust into his wife’s lovely heat choked the breath in his throat. He relished in her small cries and pleasured, nearly incoherent words. He lived for it.
Straightening his back, his grip on the base of her thighs tightened to keep her steady. He pushed himself away from the table just slightly, getting a new angle into that wet heat. And while each thrust was slower, he got deeper, his length pulsating with his need, he bit his lip and pushed his climax back.
Not before her… He vowed to himself. All of his senses were the edge of the cliff, spiked so high he feel each individual droplet of sweat slipping down his brow. Spinning, he laid her back down against the desk, resting one of his knees on the desk, his thrusts became harder, more forceful. He nearly lost himself each and every time she clenched herself around him, milking his cock for his seed.
Kissing along her neck, to her mouth, he whispered between each kiss: “Cum for me, baby. Come on, Rose. Scream for me…” He could feel the claw marks up his back, and his features contorted in the mix of pain and pleasure, a wonder to his senses.
“Fuck anyone who hears, scream for me.” He all but demanded, thrusting one final time within his lovely wife; as her walls clamped down on him, his head flung back in a fit of primal ecstasy. The howl that ripped from him echoed, and as Irileth burst from her room, sword gripped in hand; Balgruuf covered his wife’s form with his body. Face tucked into her neck, he couldn’t help the fit of laughter that burst from him as his body came down from the high.
“My jarl, my…Balgruuf I, oh, my lady, I’m so…” Irileth stuttered, her eyes downcast, and wide, sword hanging uselessly at her side.
Reaching down in between them, Balgruuf took himself in hand and withdrew himself, gathering his pants and pulling them up to his hips, he carefully lifted Rosalind with his other arm, pressed against his chest. As we walked past Irileth, he fought the coloring that raced across his cheeks.
If she heard him, the Gods could only know who else did.
“Can you get someone on the desk…”
“I…yes…of course.” Irileth kept her eyes away from Balgruuf. He could see her chewing on her bottom lip, trying to her hardest to keep from either laughing or screaming. Stepping into their room, Balgruuf set Rosalind on her feet and leaned against the closed door, his hand covering his eyes.
“Oh Gods…how will she ever be able to respect us now that she’s seen us making love on a desk, with my ass in the air?” Balgruuf’s tone was light-hearted and wistful and he kissed his wife, his hands coming to cradle her face gently.
He brushed the hair from her face, smiling down at her. “You’re beautiful. You know that? You are the most beautiful creature…”
STARRING:Balgruuf and Rosalind | WORDS: 523 | OUTFIT: Here |
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Nov 26, 2012 2:19:10 GMT -8
i've completely lost myself and i don't mind [/color][/div] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:250px; height:450px; padding:10px;padding-top:25px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:300px; height:450px; padding:0px;]CRAVE MY HEART AND IT'S BLEEDING IN YOUR HANDS, I CAN'T SAY NO TO YOU. tagged: balgruuf/ luke words: |
[/color] 652[/color][/div] each thrust within her, each heavy breath against her skin made her want to cry out in complete pleasure. the man beneath her knew every arch, every curve of her body and just where to touch, where to kiss. it was an undeniable love that they had built together, the pleasures they now shared with one another as a result of such true and pure love. even though it took them a while to get to the point they were now, rosalind the kind wouldn't have had it any other way. it was in this way that she knew balgruuf's true love for her, that every time he spoke those words, every time he kissed her, he meant it. the jarl of whiterun was hers and hers alone in the sense of love and pleasure, just as she was his and only his. they were husband and wife and, even though their marriage was planned, rosalind was more than pleased with who her parents had chosen for her.
moaning against his skin on his neck, she held onto him with everything she had, trying to make it so that he would release before her. but all of it had been thrown out of the window as he turned them back over, her back now on the desk as he started to thrust into her with a might that made her feel as though she were to explode. her hands wrapped around his back and her nails dug into his skin, her mind completely dazed by the amount of pleasure he was giving her. all of his encouraging and forceful words were almost enough to send her over the edge, but she refrained, using all of her will power in an attempt to outlast him. it was his last statement that caused her to release, a loud moan escaping her lips as she arched her back and bucked her hips against his own.
shivering with ecstasy, she hardly had enough time to relish in the feeling before she heard the door to a room burst open. she shrieked in embarrassment as her husband tried to shield her from sight. but it was no use. hiding her face in his neck, her eyes wide open with a shocked and horrified expression, she tried to pretend as if this wasn't happening.
once balgruuf had removed himself from inside of her and gathered her into his arms, she couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. how else was she supposed to react? she kept her face turned away from her husband's housecarl, not wanting to look at her and see her expression. the interaction between her and balgruuf was awkward enough, she figured it was best if she just kept her mouth shut.
as she heard the door to their bedroom click shut, she pulled her head away and looked up at him. almost immediately, she burst into a fit of laughter, covering her mouth with her hand before she shook her head, "that didn't just happen, did it?" she asked before she let out a few more laughs, "my love, anyone who sees your ass in the air has to respect you." she explained before she felt him cup both of her cheeks in his hands. looking up into his eyes, her giggles faded into nothing but a smile, "my jarl..." she breathed, "my husband, no man can ever match you. not in my eyes." she took a step towards him and placed her lips upon his own once more, "i'll never have enough of you..." her tone was low and husky, full of wanting and yearning. the adrenaline of being caught still running through her veins.
pulling away, she took a step back before sliding the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. like a waterfall, the silk fell to her ankles, revealing her naked body completely, "surely you aren't finished with me, yet?" she inquired, feigning innocence. notes: LOLOL OMG POOR IRILETH. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Balgruuf the Greater . on Dec 3, 2012 18:21:04 GMT -8
Would you kill to save a life
His eyes trailed down her nude body, statuesque and immaculate. The blood is his veins pulsed and pounded, and he felt a surge of want and heat, but something held Balgruuf back; his eyes clouding somewhat.
He knew what this was.
With warm, gentle hands, he cupped his wife’s face and kissed her before pulling away and walking up the steps of the dais their bed rested on, arms crossed in front of his chest, brow furrowed.
We can’t keep doing this. This can’t be the only reason anymore. This…isn’t enough. He hated himself for the thoughts that entered his mind as he sat on the edge of the great, luxurious bed; fit for a king. He rested his hand on his clenched fists.
“Rose…we can’t…” A moment ago, he felt as if everything he wanted to say was a speech, perfectly rehearsed and now he was floundering to even produce a sentence, “Maybe, we aren’t meant to have a child.” He would not be a coward who looked away at such a proclamation. His eyes found his wife’s and he kept his gaze there. She was his equal in everything, and he wouldn’t treat this matter any less.
“I’m not saying I don’t want a child. Because I do, and I know you do too. You’d be the most…wonderful mother, but there has to be a reason, don’t you think? There has to be a reason why we can’t conceive, and maybe it’s the Gods, or…or maybe it’s me. Or…something…” Balgruuf had his doubts, at first he thought it was himself, he’d been sexually irresponsible enough in his youth that he should’ve gotten some girl with child and yet he’d never heard of any bastard’s running around. But Farengar had assured him he was healthy.
And he’d never be so cruel as to accuse her of being the problem. Never.
It seemed a curse that would never lessen.
Pushing himself to his feet, he wrapped her in his arms; laying a kiss to her lips. “But it is no matter, because I have you.”
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Dec 6, 2012 19:42:48 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: #bd568e; width: 450px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] I FEEL GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU | [atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top]BALGRUUF/ LUKE FOUR FOUR EIGHT THIS IS SO BAD, I'M SORRY! SHE'S NEKKID | [atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top]catching his whole frame in her gaze, she found herself falling in love with him all over again.
balgruuf the greater truly was a god among men.
catching her breath in her throat, she felt herself craving his touch, his lips, everything about him was like moon sugar to an addict. all she needed was a quick fix to keep her satified until her cravings became too much once again. already being satisfied once, it was rare for the countess to be feeling this wound up all over again. as much as she loved her husband, he usually wore her out within one session, which usually lasted twice as long as this one had.
once she had taken off her nightgown, she didn't feel naked in the slightest. having been with balgruuf for five years, her being this exposed to him countless times, it was almost as if she were fully clothed. however, when balgruuf walked up to her and simply kissed her before walking back towards the bed, that clothing seemed to fall away and she realized just how naked she was. had never just walked aay from her like that before, especially after her revealing herself to him in this way - it made her feel vulnerable.
wrapping her arms around herself, she concealed her breasts and listened to him, her heart breaking as he spoke. he was right, there had to be a reason as to why they couldn't have children. titania had made an observation that had brought her comfort and she hoped that it could possibly do the same for her husband, "do not blame yourself, my love..." she replied, trying to make him feel better about the situation.
taking a few teps towards him, she watched as he rose to his feet, her arms still wrapped around herself as he pulled her into an embrace. she returned the kiss before pulling her head away and looking into his eyes, "i do pray that you do not think this your fault." she stated before she unwrapped her arms and placed them on his chest, "titania had told me something that I truly believe." she cupped his face with her hands, "the gods are blessing us." she understood that it probably sounded ridiculous just leaving it at that, so she continued, "would we really want to have a child at this time? when war is at our doorstep? what child should be brought up in such conditions? the divines are blessing us and our future child by wait until after the war to bare it." deeply, she hoped that it would make her husband feel better, because she honestly felt it was the truth. |
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Post by Balgruuf the Greater . on Dec 13, 2012 16:04:18 GMT -8
Would you kill to save a life A bitter grin spread across his face at her words. It was cynical of him, but he saw everything she told him at its purest value. War was raging and that was Balgruuf’s main concern. He held no delusions that it was more than likely his neutrality would turn on him eventually. That it would claim his life.
The want of a child burned within him, the need to pass something onto the world. If either of the two warmongers marched upon Whiterun, and they had had a child by then, there was always the chance they’d execute the babe. Balgruuf’s plans for Rosalind and the child to be spirited away to the College still stood though and it gave him some comfort.
Neither side would be foolish enough to attempt to take College. They’d lose more than they’d gain.
But the words of his wife echoed in his ears and he knew he needed to say something: “Well…it doesn’t seem like we’re given much a choice, my love.” Because life isn’t fair… A shiver rolled up his spine and his jaw clenched as the monster’s voice slithered around inside his head. Truer words were never spoken. He smirked to himself, a grim bitterness seeming to settle on him. The joy of their previous escapades turned to ashes and he could taste the dust in his throat.
Standing, he pulled his lovely wife into a kiss: “Come, it’s late and we’re both to be up in a few hours.”
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Dec 18, 2012 15:51:13 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: #bd568e; width: 450px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] I FEEL GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU | [atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top]BALGRUUF/ LUKE FOUR FOUR EIGHT THIS IS SO BAD, I'M SORRY! SHE'S NEKKID | [atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top]the war had been on everyone's mind, especially rosalind's husband's. being a jarl was never easy, but being a jarl at the brink of a war was much harder. keeping the people calm was his highest priority, along with being smart about staying neutral between the two sides as of late. eventually, a side would need to be picked and rosalind was willing to side with whomever her jarl seemed to be more loyal towards. it was hard for her to see him so torn and tired; there was a big part of her that wanted him to just forget about the war, if only for a day or so. he needed rest and it seemed as though that was far from what he was thinking about. eventually, rosie feared, he would run himself into the ground.
staring at him for a moment, she cupped his cheeks and stroked the apples of them before placing a kiss to his forehead. he was tired and all that had been felt before coming to their bedroom was lost; there would be no complaint from her lips tonight. they both needed rest, for tomorrow they had a city to rule over, "no, it does not. doesn't it?" she repeated before she let her eyes gaze upong his face as he stood to ful height, towering over her like a giant to a man.
his mention of rest was welcomed and the young nord woman nodded at him, smiling softly before she returned the kiss. pulling away a few moments later, she crawled into their bed, waiting for him to accompany her before her eyes closed and she felt deep into slumber. |
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